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CRYING this is so gorgeous!!! Look at all the sillies!! The details are brilliant as always and your depiction of SOTM's characters are spot on, as well as both heartfelt and funny 💖

Monthly fan art at your service

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Welcome and helloooo every-nyan!!! WOW this took so much longer than I expected and it's longer than the first chapter by over 1k words (I literally couldn't be stopped) and I'm hoping this will satisfy.... until the third chapter comes out 😈 mwahaha!

Thank you to all of my mutuals for the support and love, and a big thank you to @laidenbreecatchall for listening to me scream about this for hours and for helping me with ideas! You're amazing, I adore you, thank you so much for everything 💖

As always, a huge thank you and a million smooches for my beta @moss-woods, none of this is possible without you. I love you endlessly 💖💖💖

Without further ado... I present you with part two of Too Much Labour. This chapter is all about the Kid Pirates, so my fellow Kid and Killer lovers might just enjoy this one just as much as I loved writing it 🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖

You tried so hard to fit in.

Three months had passed since you'd fled the Heart Pirates and into, unfortunately for you, Eustass Kid, of all people. It had just happened to be your shit luck that the Victoria Punk was nestled off in a small cove off on the opposite end of the island.

Following behind him and his masked friend, Killer you find out, trying to keep the same pace as your shorter legs carried you as fast as they could. You shuffled your bag a little higher only to distract yourself enough to bump directly into Kid’s back. You fell to the ground, startled, as a small “oof!” left you.

“Pay attention, brat,” Kid sneered, barely throwing you a glare over his shoulder before turning around to snatch your bag from your hands.

“You look fuckin’ stupid tryin’ to act all tough.”

You rolled your eyes in return with an almost mocking look, allowing Killer to help you off the ground with a warm, heavy hand. You brushed off your butt and legs with a sigh, trying not to mumble out-loud as you gave Killer a nod in thanks before continuing after Kid.

You blinked a few times in shock as the Victoria Punk came into view, the huge dinosaur skull that served as the bow of the ship overwhelmingly shaking you to the core. Your pace slowed down and you could practically hear the smug smirk in Kid's voice when he barked out a laugh at your expression.

“Beautiful, ain't she? Nothing but the best for the future King of the Pirates.”

The sheer ego he spewed off himself as he spoke clutched around your heart as it truly began to sink in.

You weren't a Heart Pirate anymore.

You took a slow breath and tried to give Kid a winning grin, throwing up two thumbs as you shakily commented,

“H-hell yeah! It's impressive as fuck!”

Kids brow ridge rose and he grunted, his smirk turning a bit sour as he huffed and continued down towards his ship. “Whatever.” You barely heard his mumbling, your hands falling back down as you gave another sigh.

The same hand that helped you earlier landed on your right shoulder, giving you a slight shake as Killer's voice washed over you.

“Sorry about him, it's just been a weird day for us. He'll get over it.” He gave your shoulder a small squeeze before moving to follow after his best friend and Captain. “and you will too.” He called over his shoulder before motioning for you to follow as well.

You spared a glance over your shoulder towards the way you came, your arms wrapping around themselves as a strange chill settled over your skin. There was a whispering murmur between the trees and you could have sworn you heard your name…

“Y/N?”

Your head turns back to Killer and you straighten yourself out, feeling a cold hand crush around your heart as you take your first step after him, anxious but almost a little excited for a new journey.

Would you still be the same Y/N you were on the Polar Tang? What if the same thing happened again?

You blinked back angry tears as your head replayed the last few hours, reminding you over and over with every step you took that this would be worth it, that this would be different.

It would be different.

“You're in your head again, Y/N.”

Glancing up from chopping veggies for dinner prep to meet Killers masked visage, you sighed softly through your nose before frowning slightly and murmuring,

“I'm just… I'm fine, Killer, I promise.”

A warm hand meets your shoulder just like those months ago though your heart leapt into your throat this time, just like it did every time Killer touched you.

“You wanna talk about it?”

You gave Killer a warm smile, shaking your head slightly before patting his hand with gentle fingers, trying not to let your touch linger on his skin too long.

“Maybe later.”

You could feel the smile Killer gave you under the mask. Slight guilt ate away at you as he gave you a solid nod, squeezing your shoulder once before letting his hand fall from you.

Once prep was done and the food was cooking, Killer kicked you out gently, reminding you to come back later to help with cleaning up once everyone had eaten.

Sitting atop the large skull that served as the ship's bow, you scribbled in your small journal, trying to bite back tears as you poured your heart out to the small book. It had felt like so long since you'd seen the Heart Pirates, your family, and your heart ached to the point it felt like it had been ripped from your chest.

Snapping the book shut, you sighed heavily and rubbed at your face before looking back out to the vast seas. Taking a deep breath, you crossed your legs and straightened your back, letting your eyes fall shut as you tried to ground yourself.

Your eyes snapped back open when all you could see was Law's shocked and broken expression from when you jumped out of the Tang and ran. Steeling your expressing with a slight sneer, you grunted softly and made to get up when you suddenly heard,

“You look like shit.”

Your head snapped up and you met with Kid's fiery eyes. You could tell he was trying to read you, not saying anything else until you either snapped back or got up and walked away.

“... yeah… yeah I bet I do.”

Kid tilted his head slightly with a deep hum before holding out his hands for you to take. You shocked him slightly when your two hands gripped his metal one, letting him pull you up and nearly into him. His flesh hand steadied your shoulder and you stared at each other for a few moments, your cheeks slowly tinting a few shades lighter than his hair under his gaze.

After a few more moments of comfortable silence, he gently tugged your hands in his one, making you follow him as he turned to walk back in the ship. His metal hand kept a grip on yours, pulled back behind himself slightly as you tried to keep up with his long legs.

Your brows shot up in surprise when you realized where he was taking you, your heart skipping a beat as he pulled you into his workshop. He cleared some space off his desktop and patted it, watching you hike yourself up onto his desk and sit comfortably as your eyes took in the chaos of it all.

Eustass sat back in his worn chair, arms crossed over his massive chest as he finally comments,

“You're distracted.”

You stop taking in the wonder of his workshop to look back at him. Your fingers fiddled with themselves in your lap, anxiety beginning to eat away at your insides as you quietly replied,

“Yeah.”

Kid gives a heavy sigh, looking you over as if you were an incomplete puzzle with pieces missing.

He hoped you knew that he would rip his hands apart to their bare bones, broken wires and rusted scrap metal to craft the missing pieces inside you, if you'd let him.

As he continued to watch you, something in his heart screamed that you wouldn't, and he wasn't sure if it hurt more to know you'd never want him the way he wanted you.

The silence crept on, turning almost suffocating as you stared each other down, feeling smaller and smaller under his intense gaze until he finally snapped in a sharp tone,

“If you don't want to be here, we'll drop you at the next island.”

Your heart immediately sank and tears filled your eyes, your hands curling around each other tightly til your fingers turned white. Your mind turned dark, thoughts swarming with the fear of being left behind and forgotten about until Kid piped up again, this time his voice a little softer as he asked,

“You've been struggling this whole time, haven't you?”

You broke down.

You covered your face, not wanting him to see the bitter tears that swept down your face as you barely got out,

“I thought he loved me, man…”

Silently sobbing into your palms, you didn't notice Kid sigh with a roll of his eyes and stand from his chair until you were suddenly surrounded in warmth, flesh and metal pulling you to a chest of muscle.

Weak fingers gripped at the front of Kid’s open shirt as you openly wept into him, no longer caring about feeling weak in front of your now Captain. One of his hands awkwardly ran up and down your back, his cheek resting on the top of your head as he frowned at the back of his workshop door.

He was determined to make you see that you were worth so much more than the pain that shit head Trafalgar gave you.

You weren't sure how long you'd been sobbing into Kid's chest, only pulling away when a deep voice cleared their throat over by the door. Looking over with sad, blurry eyes, you took in Killer who stood with his arms crossed, watching the display with an air of near disappointment around him.

“So you'll tell him but not me, eh?”

There was a joking tone to Killers words, pulling a small smile to your lips that caused both men to relax slightly.

“... just don't want to-”

Your words cut off as Kid squeezed you, cutting off your thoughts as he quickly bit out,

“You're not a bother and you're not annoying, God I'd wish you'd shut up sometimes.”

You froze at his words, brows furrowed as you pulled away enough to look up at Kid. His cheeks tinted a light pink as he huffed, looking past Killer as he continued,

“You think I'd let an annoyance join my crew? You think I'd let some weak nobody stick around? You're not either of those things so stop thinking we're gonna do what Trafalgar did to you.”

His flesh hand gripped the bottom of your face, his thumb brushing away the stray tears that spilled out as he finished with a tired,

“I'm not fuckin’ stupid.”

Killer moved closer, one of his hands brushing your hair over your shoulder and behind your ear gently as he agreed,

“You're one of a kind, Y/N. We see that - we see you.”

Killer leaned in as best he could to press his mask to the top of your head as if pressing a kiss to it. He stayed for a moment before pulling back, picking up one of your hands and holding it as Kid's own moved from grasping your face to moving the strands of hair from your eyes.

There was something between them that you weren't sure about until now, and while something in your heart tugged you towards them, it still felt like there was a boulder in your stomach.

It would be the same.

Your eyes shut and you gave a small sigh before asking softly, “... can... can I have some space?”

Both men went rigid, slowly pulling away before looking at each other. It was like a telepathic conversation was happening between them and finally Kid huffed and nearly stomped out of the workshop, causing you to flinch at the heavy thuds from his boots.

There's a soft sigh from Killer before he follows him out, closing the door behind himself. The second it clicked shut, tears welled in your eyes and you quietly sobbed into your palms.

It would be the same.

-

7 whole days of silence from your Captain caused your anxiety to fly through the roof of the Victoria, feeling on edge and like you were walking around shards of broken glass.

“Is he that upset?”

There's a shrug from the masked blonde before he replies,

“I mean, you rejected him-”

You huffed and spat back,

“I didn't reject him, OR you for that matter. All I did was ask for space and he took it fuckin’ personal…”

You pause in chopping your veggies, huffing again before taking a step back to fix your hair, taking out the messy bun and redoing it, making it a little tighter.

“He took it as rejection,” Killer adds with a stir to the bubbling pot. His signature spaghetti sauce boiled away, the warm aroma wrapping around you like a gentle hug and pulling you from your thoughts as you went back to your veg.

“Pans ready, you can start to sautée at any time,” Killer reminds you and you're quick to add your ingredients to the pan. They sizzle and crackle softly as you add a few seasonings, giving the veg an expert flip in the pan with one hand.

“I get that, but it's irritating as fuck that instead of coming to me and going like, ‘hey, what did you mean by that,’ he just immediately thought ‘she doesn't want me’, and that's not-”

Killer's hand meets the top of your head, causing you to look up at him as his unique laughter flutters out of his mask.

“You're aware he's stupid, yeah?”

You blink up at him for a few moments before sighing out a tired, “Yeah…”

Killer gives your head a small pat before going back to his sauce. “You're overthinking things. When has Kid ever given you the feeling that he's an emotional conversationalist?”

Your lips purse into a thin line as you flip the veg again, mulling over Killers words. He had a point.

You wouldn't tell him that, though.

“Kid isn't a talker, he takes action instead. He won't ask you how you feel about him because how you act around him convinces him that you feel the same way.”

Your heart sinks as you think about all the moments you've had with Kid - the midnight talks, the tears over too many drinks, the night you spent curled in his arms after that terrible nightmare… you shook your head, trying to rid your mind of the recent memories.

“... that makes sense.” Your voice is almost too soft as you finally reply, giving the veg another shuffle in the pan. “I never want to hurt him.” You make a point to look up at Killer again as you add, “Or you.”

Killer stops and turns his mask towards you, taking in your honest and genuine words before he gives you a small nod. He's thankful for the mask as his cheeks burn, glad you're unable to see what you do to him.

“I know.” He turns off the stove and moves the pot to a cold burner before reaching over you and turning off the pans burner as well. You flip the now slightly crispy veg one more time before moving it to a different burner as well.

“Do you?” You ask softly, turning to him with almost sad eyes as you continue, “Because I have tried so hard to fit in here and sometimes I feel so stupid, as if I'm trying to be someone I'm not, but I'm still me. I know I'm me, and you know I'm me, but how can you-”

Killer cuts you off by gripping your shoulders in his hands, giving you a slight shake as he silences you with a serious, “Stop rambling. You sound ridiculous.”

Your face scrunches up as your brain suddenly goes into overdrive, the words tumbling out of you without even realizing it.

“-be sure that I am me? I'm not me, I'm not the me I was on the Tang, I'm not the me I was before all that and I'm not the me I thought I was.” Angry and hurt tears burned your eyes as you choked out, “I don't even know who I am anymore.”

Killer pulls you into a tight hug, pressing your face into his chest hard enough that it silences your oncoming sobs. “No one's asking you to have it all figured out.” He murmurs against your hair, his mask slowly filling with the scent of your shampoo. “We just want you to be here, alive and safe. We just want you to be here.”

You cling to him, your fingers curling tightly around the back of his shirt as he adds, “It doesn't matter which version of you exists here, because this version of you is a Kid Pirate, and that's what you get to be for the rest of your life.” He gives you a small squeeze. “At the end of the day, that ultimatum will never change. You are a Kid Pirate. Say it.”

He gives you another squeeze and you muffle the words into his shirt, only for him to pull back enough and catch your chin in one of his hands. “Say it again.” He demands lightly.

“... I'm a Kid Pirate.”

“Again.”

You sniffle softly before huffing again. “I'm a Kid Pirate.” You can almost see the grin behind his mask as Killer demands softer, “Once more.”

You swear he's staring right into your soul as you look back into his mask. With a slow blink, you speak in a clearer tone, “I am a Kid Pirate.”

That unique laugh of his wheezes out as he gives your chin a little shake in jest. “That's my girl,” he murmurs before letting his hand drop back to your hip, his thumb gently roaming small circles over your skin. “Damn right you are.”

Your heart swells and something inside you begins to melt away, as if his touch was taking all the anger, pain and fear, sweeping it away with such a gentle touch.

In a moment of adoration for the man in front of you, you reach your hands up and cradle his masked face in your palms, pulling a quick, sharp inhale from the blonde. You're quick as you lean in, your lips pressing against where you assumed his lips sat under the mask for a good moment. You could feel his warm breath through the holes, fanning over your face like a gentle breeze until you pulled away, giving him a warm smile that felt more like you.

“Thank you Kil.”

Massacre Soldier Killer was stunned into silence for a good moment, simply staring you down with wide and confused eyes as you slowly stepped back. He was quick to grasp you, gently, lovingly, and bring you back into his arms.

“You… you kissed me,” he breathed out, unable to wrap his mind around that small, simple fact.

Your face burned bright red, redder than Kid's hair as you coughed out, “Uh yeeeah… yeah, I did…” You chewed the side of your bottom lip for a moment before asking, “W-was that okay?”

Killer’s arms tighten around you as he leaned his head down to rest his covered forehead against yours, his lips moving faster than light as he promised, “Yes, yes yes, of course it's okay, my precious, beautiful girl…” His laugh wheezes past his lips as he solidifies, “My girl.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, Kid stood cross-armed on the wall beside the door to the kitchen, a deep set frown on his face as he listened to you and his best friend fall in love. Something in his chest aches, like a grip around his heart and lungs as you laugh at something Killer says.

‘... Damn…’

The back of his head thuds gently against the wood before he pulls away from the wall, silently debating with himself for a moment before he finally turns and walks into the kitchen, seeing you plate up the mountain of sautéed veggies to be brought out with the spaghetti and sauce. You throw Killer a bright grin before turning to the door and your smile falters, falling slightly as you take in the ragged looking redhead.

“... Hi.”

Kid seems surprised that you're even speaking to him, glancing over at you before giving an awkward wave with his flesh hand.

“... Yo.”

You both stare each other down for a moment before you ask, “Are you still mad at me?”

Kid huffs and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his massive chest and goes to bark back when he takes in your sad eyes. He could read you too well, just wanting an apology from him for everything, and unfortunately his ego wouldn't let up.

“I'm not mad at you, never was,” his words seem honest though his tone is snarky, making your brain roll around like a wayward marble. “Don't worry, Killer’s girl, we're good.” He ignores your raised eyebrow and confused expression by looking at Killer and nearly demanding, “Is dinner ready? I'm fuckin’ starving.”

Killer nods with a hum and replies tightly, “Yeah, we're just bringing it out now.”

Kid gives him a nod of his own before turning on his foot and stalking out the door, not even stopping as you call his name. Your heart sinks but before you can wallow in your own misery, Killers laugh fills the space, causing you to turn to him.

“What's so funny?” You ask, clearly not in on the joke.

You can feel the grin behind Killers mask as he chuckles out, “Oh, he's jealous as fuck, that's all.” Your face changes into something a little more amused as you ask, “He's… jealous?”

Killer hums again and leans down to press a faux kiss to the side of your head before gripping the large sauce pot with both hands. “Yep! This has happened a few times before but phew, this is too funny.” He heads towards the door and you follow behind, carrying the large veg plate in your hands.

“How is it funny? Why is he jealous?”

Killer laughs again, looking over his shoulder at you as he replies, “It's funny because he thinks he's slick at hiding it, and he's jealous because he hates to lose, and twenty beris says he thinks you don't have a spot for him in that cute little heart of yours.”

Your brows furrow worriedly as you offer, “But I do!”

Killer laughs again, shaking his head slightly as a tinge of his own jealousy climbs up his throat.

“Well then, I think you should show him that.”

He can't see it, but you give a determined nod, your heart set as you begin to think over ideas as you make it to the mess hall.

-

“Come on, we gotta catch up with the others,” Killer rushes you the next morning, nearly pushing you up the stairs with a chuckle as you splutter and snark back at him. “Y-yeah well who's fuckin’ fault is that, eh?”

There's a rough pinch to your left buttcheek and a shrill screech leaves you, your hands waving away Killer’s touchy fingers and covering your behind the rest of the way up. You ignore the sad “Aw…” from Killer as you open the door to the main deck.

“Finally! Come on, let's get this shit over with. Here's your list, don't get lost.” Barks your Captain from his spot off to the side, expression grumpy at being awake before 9 am.

You take the list from Kid and you throw him the widest grin you could manage, ignoring the way he scowls at you with tinted cheeks. He gets himself comfortable in his Captains chair, one leg thrown lazily over the other with his arms crossed.

“You're not coming?” You ask, kicking the toe of your boot into the side of his own, the soft squeak of leather on leather meeting your ears.

“Pff, hell no. That's what you assholes are for,” he jokes, hissing when you kick him a little harder. “Oi! Don't be a bitch,” he barks at you, ignoring the sly grin on your face.

“Ooh, don't be so mean to me, I'll cum,” you tease back before leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his scarred cheek. You then turn away from the now mouth dropped, gawking redhead, nearly skip over to Killer who is also staring down at you in slight shock. Tossing a wave over your shoulder, you take the list and Killers hand in your other hand before letting the blonde lead you off the ship and into town.

The walk was silent, almost heavy. Luckily, the weather was bright and beautiful, the sun shining on both of you and it warmed you right through.

“... that was interesting,” Killer finally commented, making you bark out a loud laugh, covering your face with both palms as you laughed out, “I'll be honest, I don't know where that came from.”

Killer’s arm wraps tightly around your waist, grunting to himself before he grumbles out a little pathetically, “You wouldn't even stay with me last night but you'll kiss him and cum for him…”

You laugh again, your arm resting around his hip comfortably as you sigh out happily, “Yeah…”

There's a silence between you both again before you both begin laughing, finally making it to town. He gives you a slight squeeze, leaning his head down to press a masked smooch to the top of your head before pulling away with a serious warning of, “Don't go too far. I need to be able to see you, understand?”

You roll your eyes before tearing the list in half, giving him the top half and keeping the easier things for yourself. “Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Don't worry, I don't plan on disappearing,” you joke, throwing him a wink before leaning up and pressing a few soft kisses to his mask. “You don't go too far either.”

Killer hums, pressing his mask against your kisses in response before murmuring down to you, “I won't.”

Turning away from you, you watch Killer stalk off into the opposite direction, trying to keep an eye on his blonde hair right up until he disappears. You know he's still close by, the market truly nothing large, but you still can't help but feel incredibly overwhelmed now. Taking a deep breath, you settled your nerves before finally looking down at your now shortened list, grinning at the easy items you had to grab.

You'd bought the first few items easily, even getting a bargain for the spice blends Killer had asked for, though at the next stall, you found yourself frozen in place as you took in the figure of a certain orange jumper covering a large, white bear.

Your swore your heart stopped, fear gripping you like icy fingers around your entire body as the bear turned. You tried to turn as well, keeping your face towards the wares on the table but a heavy paw quickly spun you, pulling a soft, surprised gasp from you as you took in two beady, watery eyes.

“Y-Y/N?!”

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Chapter 8: Guarding

Thanks to Lato’s escort, we safely made it back to the hotel. Boschi and the others were already waiting in the room.

Muu: Nyan~

Muu: …I mean Welcome back, Aruji-sama!

> I’m back, Muu

Lono: Welcome back! I was getting worried since you took a while to come back.

Boschi: …Hm? Lamli’s not with you guys?

Lato: Yes. We were ambushed by members of the mafia we took down yesterday.

Lato: I took the boss back here while Lamli-kun distracted them.

Lono: So that’s what happened… Well, Lamli-san will probably be fine.

Lono: Even if things got dangerous, knowing him, he’ll be able to run away.

Boschi: Yeah… Just in case, though, I’ll go check on him.

Boschi: Lono, Lato, I leave the boss to you.

Lono: Yes! Be careful, Boschi-san.

> I leave it to you, Boschi

After bowing towards me, Boschi left the room.

Lato: By the way… What happened to the man you and Kuroneko-san went after?

Lono: Ahh, him… Turns out he’s not connected to the mafia at all.

Lono: He’s a newspaper journalist.

> A newspaper journalist?

Lono: Yeah. Looks like he focuses on gathering info about the mafia.

Lono: He said he did that article on the raid at the factories. The one that was on the front page.

> Oh, from the newspaper that Boschi was reading

Lono: Yeah. He heard the rumors about us and was secretly looking into us…

Lono: He only had gossip written on his memos… So he tore it up and threw it away.

> …Like?

Lono: Like how I’m “a young newbie”...

Muu: He also wrote, “They have a fat, black cat with them”! How rude!

Lono: Right!? Even if I already knew that, it still pisses me off to hear someone else say it!

> Yeah that’s pretty rude

Lono: Yeah. He tore up the memo, though, so there might have been worse things about us on it��

Lono: In tomorrow’s papers there might be a lot of slander about us…

Lato: Hm… Isn’t it fine?

Lato: The mafia is a group of bad people. Isn’t it natural to have bad things said about them?

Lono: Hmm~... You’re not wrong, but…

Lono: …We haven’t done anything wrong, so having bad things written about us isn’t a great feeling.

Lono: People already give us the cold shoulder for being Devil Butlers.

Lato: I see… So even if someone is part of the mafia, it doesn’t mean they’re a bad person.

Lato: We’re searching for Leo Force, but like us… He may turn out to not be a bad person.

Lono: …No, I wouldn’t go that far. Seems like he did have something to do with the raids on the factories.

Lono: Take a look at this. These are documents that Boschi-san borrowed from the Bartolo family.

Lono: This is a “letter of responsibility” that hasn’t been made public yet… There’s also a map of Leo's possible hideout locations.

Lato: Hm… There’s many places marked.

Lato: …Oh? What’s this double circle mean?

Lono: Ah… Looks like that’s the hideout of Leo’s enemy organization.

Lono: Basically the headquarters of the guys we caught yesterday. They pretty much got all the info on them, but…

Lono: Almost nothing on Leo. No matter how many of the potential spots they search, they always come up empty.

Lono: …Seems like he’s pretty cautious. It might be harder to find him than we thought…

Lono: When Boschi-san and Lamli-san come back, we’ll probably need to have another strategy meeting.

Muu: …Speaking of them… Lamli-san and Boschi-san still aren’t back yet. > I hope they’re okay…

Lono: Yeah… I’ll go check on—

At that moment, the room’s door opened and Lamli and Boschi walked in.

Lamli: I’m back~ Ah~, I’m tired~

> Lamli! You’re okay!

Lamli: Yup. Of course I am Aruji-sama.

Lamli: Dealing with them was a piece of cake ♪

Boschi: …Whatever, hurry up and hold out your arm, Lamli. I’ll treat it for you.

> Did you get hurt?

Lato: Lamli-kun, are you injured?

Lamli: Wha— Geez, don’t expose me like that~

Boschi: It’s nothing to hide. Be proud of this wound.

Boschi: You won against dozens of mafia members.

Lato: Dozens…? Did more come after we left?

Lamli: Yeah… I got a bit tired and got a small injury at the end.

Lamli: But as promised… I took all of them down by myself! Amazing, right!?

Lono: Geez… You didn’t need to push yourself; you could’ve just ran for it.

Lato: …But it is an amazing feat.

Lato: Aruji-sama, please praise Lamli-kun.

> You did a great job, Lamli > You’re amazing, Lamli

Lamli: Ehehe… Thank you.

While Boschi treated his wounds, I continued to stroke Lamli’s head.

His wounds looked painful, but Lamli wore a happy expression on his face.

Lato: Hm… We should probably increase the amount of patrols we do tonight.

Lato: I’ll keep an eye out from the roof.

Lono: Uhm… Isn’t the roof dangerous?

Lato: It’s fine. It’s easier to see farther from a high place.

Lato: It’s a full moon tonight… The moonlight will make it easier to see in the dark.

Boschi: …Got it. We’ll leave patrolling outside to you.

Boschi: But Lato… Just to be on the safe side, don’t act on your own.

Lato: Okay. If something happens, I’ll let you know immediately.

Lato: Well then, Aruji-sama… I mean Boss. Have a nice rest tonight.

Lato: Tomorrow will surely be a lovely morning.

> Be careful, Lato

Lato: Yes. Excuse me…

Step… step…

Lono: A lovely morning, huh… It’ll be nice if that’s true.

Lono: …I’m sure there’ll be a big article slandering us in the papers…

Boschi: Probably not. A bigger incident did just happened earlier.

Lamli: Yup! I wonder if they’ll make an article on my hard work~

Lamli: Something like “A Fight Breaks Out Between the Mafia in the Worker’s District!?”.

If they do, I'll take a clipping of it home ♪

But… Neither Lono’s fears nor Lamli's expectations came true…

In the following day’s morning paper… There was an even more shocking article.

[cho-aaacho]

(HC) How to make Albert Wesker Blushes

Masterlist I Archive of Our Own

Calling him by his pet name in public.

Awwwww, he'll be embarrassed and look so adorable with his rosy cheeks!

Gazing at his face while he talks with someone, maybe when he talks with his coworkers. He will be distracted by you and exhale to calm himself.

Holding his hand when he gets mad and gazing at him without expression, I'm sure he'll giggle and realize that anger doesn't solve anything.

Give him a small kiss on the cheek while he was working behind the computer; he would groan as if in pain and massage his temples.

Blow in his ear from behind, pinch his cheeks, or say corny things before bed.

Making a cute breakfast like cat-shaped bread and milk in a cute Godzilla glass.

If you make him a handmade bracelet with cat and Godzilla beads as a pattern, he will smile shyly at himself whenever he looks at it while typing on his computer.

Changed his wallpaper with a candid photo of him with a caption like...

Al-nyan Whiskas eating ice cream (*❛‿❛*)

Al-nyan Whiskas sleeping on the couch (⁠=⁠^⁠･⁠ｪ⁠･⁠^⁠=⁠) 

Al-nyan Whiskas, get ready to the office (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ 

This is Al-nyan Whiskas; he doesn't bite. \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♬

Making him a lunch box in a cute bento box, and sometimes using a pastel-colored bento box.

Chris will be laughing at him, and Albert will get embarrassed.

Chris : Hahaha, what this time? A bread with a dog shape?

Oh, shut up, Chris!?

He can't be angry at you because everything you do to him always makes him smile, even corny things.

Albert: Sweetheart, my love for you is unchanging. I don't need anything else because you have made me complete.

Now, you're the one who blushes.

A/N : I don't know if everyone loves this, haha. But I still have two drafted fanfictions and am about to upload them soon, so I wrote this to refresh my brain. Thank you for reading! 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

[warringwarrioridiot]

So I just deleted twitter because a bunch of people threatened to kill, rape, and doxx me over the fact that I used to trace proshippers. They proceeded to call me a Nazi and say that I was just as bad as Hitler for saying proshippers are disgusting and don't deserve all the sympathy they get. They repeatedly told me to kill myself and said that I was a horrible artist with no skill, claiming I was jealous of these proshippers. They also kept using the fact that I put a meme from Nyan Neko Sugar girls like ??? It's a MEME for God's sake. One person even said to "keep my filthy hands off of Neko Sugar girls" like bro 💀

That shit was my childhood + I always incorporate memes into my posts because that's just who I am. I don't like weighing people down with drama so I try to lift their spirits by putting funny jokes or images into it so they don't feel as bad.

While this was all happening, I had a massive panic attack, which I haven't had since middle school. It was fucking rough because I was doing it in front of a friend too. Luckily they were very understanding of how I felt.

I don't think y'all realize how fucking awful it is to compare someone to Hitler for hating people that literally fetishize incest and pedophilic culture. Like how TF are you going to compare me to a GENOCIDAL MANIAC for not supporting incest.

One person even tried to pull the whole "freedom of speech doesn't equal freedom of consequence" bullshit. Like who the fuck do you think you are lil bro? 💀

Oh and someone even doxxed my family's names (including mine) so that was fucking scary.

I. Hate. Proshippers.

They're disgusting and literally fetishize the most illegal shit. I don't gaf about the "trauma" they might have because I have trauma too. Doesn't give me a right to be a fucking incel.

Respectfully unmoot/unfollow me if you actually think proshippings can be excused. You're basically excusing John Wayne Gacy's crimes because his father beat him or wtv.

I understand that proshipping can be explained by trauma, but that doesn't excuse it.

Also to my friends on Twitter that defended me: thank you for understanding. I really appreciate your support and desperately needed to hear your kind words. :)

And a message to the incels on Twitter who called me a Nazi, a bad artist, and threatened me:

Thank you for reading and have the day you deserve.

[goodoldwritings]

can I request Nyanlathotep x Reader where the reader doesn't believe in love and denies loving anyone.

Part 1! Because im taking far too long to write this.

It was not specified if the reader is meant to be human or an eldritch entity- nor if they're supposed to actually love or not so I'm going to take creative liberties with this, so if you meant something else send it again and ill re-write it! Thank you for being my very first request!

Warnings:

Spoilers for Sucker for love: date to die for.

Summary:

Nyanlathotep/Nyan Nyan x Reader who claims to not believe in any kind of love.

You were a success in life, richer than you could ever need, graduated to a good school and with heavy government influence under your belt; but most proudly you hold title to leadership to an ancient cult older than all mankind's civilized settlements across the world. The cult of Nyanlathotep was your only loyalty, tadked arranging your peons as the entity needed to whisper into the ears of leaders and stir fear into the population.... With the occational bloody sacrifice from time to time.

Yet none of of this success was by your own hands, Except... one thing. In the very begining as a dull eyed indoctrinated newcomer you were determined to carve your place in this cult, from the day you were accepted by the darkness you devoted your life to the faceless clawing chaos. The mindset you learned over time was to crush others before they crushed you, do anything to get to the top, kill if you needed to and always have eyes on your own back for anyone willing to betray you for the same reasons; This is how you came to lead the secret society.

Thinking about this you toy with the sparkling pendant around your neck, it is an Egyptian scarab that suspiciously looked like a golden pet collar bell to you... but it was an artifact theorized to be made by Nyanlathoteps hands and you wouldn't dare part with it for a simple comparison.

It was raining outside, pattering against the window of your high steel perch in your penthouse office making for a decent environment to self reflect but now that you're out of your own head you see something else has been with you, watching you like you had been watching the rain. For a solid uneasy minute you stared with a confused furrowed brow as a black cat is sat on the railing of the balcony; With such heavy rain you reasoned the cat must be miserable and against your better judgement pushed the door open a crack in case it wanted to come inside to warm itself.

" Just, don't piss on the carpet. " You spoke, turning away from the door to seat yourself at your desk, sighing at the papers scattered on it.

"I wouldn't dream of it, this is 17th century Iranian silk, is it not?"

For some reason you are about to open your mouth to answer when you register the fact you should be alone and quickly look up, finding no one there, not even the cat but strangely the door the cat came through is politely closed.

"You look so confused, does the pet not recognize its master? "

This time as the voice speaks it is close behind your head, but the primal prey-like dread holding your body stiff is familar yet far more intense than you had experienced within any ritual you have conducted. It feels like ice water is coursing through your blood and your mind is clawing at itself like a rabid animal; yet you find the syllables among the symptoms.

" -Nyanlathotep. "

You whisper as two large hands rest on your shoulders in a friendly manner. A deep chuckle rumbling from the entity's chest, amused by your frail humanity crumbling by her presence.

" So your soul recognizes what your eyes and ears do not... you've felt this energy before- but no where near my unfiltered presence, I'm sure. "

Taking a deep breath you steel your nerves and brace your very anatomy against imploding in the clawed hands of an ancient old god as you turn to get a look at Nyanlathotep. She isn't what you expected at all: a towering height threatening to hit the ceiling fixture, clad in white and gold Egyptian fashioned accessories. blue(I'm a tad color blind I think she's blue) fur not touched by the cold water of the rain outside... cat girl. She must have seen your expression as she tilts her head, amused, putting her hands together in a way where her fingers interlock with eachother.

" That face is unfit for greeting an old loved one.~ Not to mention you haven't offered me a drink or a place to sit which is bad hosting. "

This prompted you to stand and offer your office chair as a seat for the entity of your worship, not that it helped with her looming given it didn't come close to putting you two at eye level as she settled in your chair. " Not to be rude... but what do you want? " She made you uncomfortable as she mentioned your worship as love, pondering what angle the old god was attempting.

Nyanlathotep did not answer but opened one of the drawers of your desk, somehow pulling a kettle and a tea cup from inside despite you knowing there should only be files inside-

" Do I have to want something?" Nyanlathotep purred, pouring herself a cup of tea black as tar and just as goopy in texture... to you it looked disgusting, smelling similar to an electrical fire and plopping into the porcelain like partially solidified grease.

" Well I really doubt you'd come to me for a simple chat and a game of checkers- "

"I prefer chess." Nyanlathotep corrected, somehow sipping the dreadful 'tea' without a mouth or facial features to speak of "...but I will admit; you're right, there isn't much we could talk about I haven't heard before. Small talk is incredibly dull after the first few millenia of hearing the same thing again and again."

She took another sip of her concoction, keeping your attention in the moment of silence before she kept speaking. " It is within my interest that by your age you haven't found a mate yet. You know very well my most loyal followers are generational and your bloodline is a ticking clock at this rate."

" Not interested. " You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms like a defiant teenager, wrinkling your formal suit jacket with how tightly your arms are linked together.

"Are you one of those Ace of hearts, so to speak, Pet ?" She spoke casually but perhaps with an old term you haven't heard of- gesturing with her hand with uncertainty given gender and sexuality is a human concept as eldritch creatures do not abide by such things.

" I'm just not interested in relationships- People in general are a pain, Partners or friends, kids, any of them...! I don't do relationships. "

Scoffing Nyanlathotep finally makes eye contact with you, the gaze piercing your very soul, unamused by your claim. "How stoic of you but you neglect the known fact: humans are a social species of apes that require companionship to survive. " it felt as if you are being scolded like a child who needs to eat their vegetables for their own good... but you stood firm staring chaos in her single gold eye. As you both stared It did not escape her discernment that you were in a sorry state: Rude, unfriendly, unbrushed hair with only a cup of coffee in your gut and a chronically suffering insomniac- so it seemed accurate you didn't socialize.

"I'll fix you myself then. "

[remedyturtles]

hello! i saw some other ppl complimenting you and figured i might as well send my thoughts cause i love your work too!

i like a lot about your fics, but one thing that inspired me specifically is how you can create like. in jokes? really naturally and have them repeat in ways that still feel natural for the characters (so, like the nyan cat joke in fire escape, or the burger joke also in fire escape). it makes the story feel so cohesive, and makes me hope that one day I'll be able to write similar things too! kind of a small detail but i rly liked it/gen. sorry if this doesn't make 100% sense i am very tired, feel free to delete this ask if its wierd at all or is just incoherent, im trying to verbalize emotions that are hard to verbalize

awwww mate thank you so much!!! inside jokes make me very happy haha — i distinctively remember saying something along the lines of ‘I’m going to emotionally weaponize the nyan cat song’ during my planning process lmao

cheers!!! i hope you have fun and enjoy any art you create, that is always the best part!

[nyanbinary-perineum]

Im sorry I’ve been calling you Nyan I read but never fully processed you wanted to be called Red! So sorry!

Also been swamped with holiday but the art will be worked on soon- it’ll be like a late Christmas gift …I really wanna make mommy Red happy <3

If it’s not too much to ask could you tell me I’m a good puppy- Red’s praise make head and puppy parts so fuzzy! And I always want gock and cum so bad

Anyway hope you are doing well

- a lil artsy Puppy

Nyan is perfectly acceptable ^.^

I've taken to referring to myself on this blog that way too so it works out ;3 Red is just something I'm used to :3

You are such a ridiculously sweet little pup 💜 So considerate and kind, of course you're a good puppy ^.^

Would adore sweeping you right up and covering you in kisses, cutie :3

Thank you so very dearly, little puppy :3 And I hope you have a damned good holiday season! ^.^

[signs-of-the-moon]

NYAN YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH THIS WHAT!!! THE HECK?!?!

It's a masterpiece. Its cinema. The tragic yuri and the symbolism and song and EVERYTHING!!! How can I eat an entire video frame by frame? I'm obsessed. Thank you so much for this GIFT 💕❤️‍🔥💖❤❤️‍🔥💝😭💞❤

Snowfrost PMV! (Song: why didnt you stop me- Mitski)

Characters belong to the lovely: @signs-of-the-moon

I have wanted to make something like this for a while, a PMV that has mostly symbolism instead of the characters, which is why the only "real" cat you see is mostly Snowfrost. It has almost no colours but black & white, but it can be quite bright so if you are sensitive to light turn down the brightness <3

[noroi1000]

Nyan XV - Not now. Just love me, f*cking fluffy heads.

Nyan Chapters List

Summary: Time for Truth

Satoru: "Bb" "Come back" "It's getting late" "Come home with us"

Suguru: "Honey" "Please come back inside" "Something will happen to you if you drive this far alone."

Satoru: "What you saw is not what you think!" "She only thinks about money!" "We only love you!"

Suguru: "That woman from earlier is our senpai" "We've been working with her since we were in school." "We only love you" "I know what it could look like" "But we wouldn't invite you here just to find out we're cheating on you. We've never cheated on you!"

Satoru: "Bb! I'm not unfaithful!"

Suguru: "Please read our messages and reply to us!" "We're worried about you!"

Satoru: "Bb! Don't ignore us! Please just listen to us!" "She's nothing to us!" "The only thing attractive about us to her is that we have money."

"So I'm with you for money too? Just kidding..." You whispered, wiping your nose with a tissue. "You don't need me. If you have so much money, you must have better houses than mine. Yuki was right... You guys are so damn weird and unpredictable..."

You knew that when you came down from this mountain, you would reach a bus stop nearby. That's why you wanted to go there to get home. Because you don't want to spend much time in this place.

You were supposed to get an explanation here. They were supposed to tell you the whole truth.

And you received the truth.

They didn't tell you everything about them because they didn't want you to know about their affairs...

You understand everything.

Everyone has the possibility of being betrayed. But everyone's situations are different. Some people love each other so much that they don't look for someone else.

Others are bored and will look for something more than one person.

You bored them. They are special and you are normal and boring. You don't have an interesting job. No matter what you may be doing, you look normal. That was always enough for you. But now you think you're worse...

You had handsome boyfriends... But Yuki once told you that when your relationship isn't what you want, he will wait for you...

„I don't want this for you (y/n), but if you ever feel bad for these guys, I'm here for you. I understand that your relationship is special. But if you ever get tired of such weirdness, I'm here for you and I'll wait. You'll feel normal with me, remember? There is nothing interesting about being unique! Just other people's glances at you. Isn't it better to have a peaceful and normal life with happiness? If they no longer want normality and you no longer want uniqueness, come to me. I'll help you feel better!"

Even though you once felt that these words were hiding some meaning and weren't so sweet, now you think that everything he said was true.

You're fed up with this uniqueness. You are a gray human between white and black.

Black and white contrasts. While gray may not be visible as much.

Even though gray goes well with black and white, gray looks best next to gray.

You want to listen to them so much and hear from them everything they wrote. You want a lie detector. Because anyone who betrayed someone could say the same to protect themselves from punishment...

You want to come home so much and hear the whole truth from them.

You want to know everything down to the smallest detail. Whether you believe them quickly depends on what they say...

You: "You have to tell me everything at home" "The Whole Truth"

Satoru: "Let's go now! Bb thank you!!!"

You were sitting in a dark room on your bed. The windows were covered even though it wasn't even evening. You came back from work early to go there later. Now you're back home but the sun is still in the sky. Even though it's getting lower and lower.

You waited for them to come home.

But you didn't hear any sound of the door opening.

Just when you were starting to think that they were avoiding you and decided not to show up, you felt something rub against your legs.

You saw white and black fur as two cats cuddled up to you.

Normally you would reach into their fur and pet them. However, not this time. Even if their fur is temptingly soft.

"Don't play around... Just say what you need to say." You said, moving your legs away from them while sitting cross-legged.

Thanks to their cat eyes, they saw how red your eyes were.

They sat in front of you as cats and suddenly black and white smoke appeared, showing that they were changing.

You looked at your purple and blue collared hands. Have you ever bought this small thing?. But they probably replaced it with the same one but bigger without asking. Because it fit around their human necks.

You saw two tails lying on the sheets.

You looked at their faces and the ears on their heads.

"Do you think it will distract me from what you did?" You asked calmly.

"No. We don't think so. We know you might have understood it differently since you didn't see what was there before..." Suguru said, looking at your hands sadly.

Satoru looked at the blue collar in your hand and reached out for it.

You let him take it.

"I don't think I need it anymore. It's yours, so do with it what you want..." you said, handing the purple collar to the dark-haired man.

The white-haired man put it around his neck. The second one did the same.

"What are you doing?"

"If we're going to tell you the whole truth right now, we need to show you that no matter what you think, we are your cats. Your boys. Only yours. We are yours."

"You–."

"So hear us out as yours." Suguru cut you off by placing your hand on his chest.

"We are teachers at the school you were at. The woman you saw is our senpai from our school days. Mei Mei. She's not a teacher, but when she heard that we were going to bring our girl there, she got curious and since she was nearby, she just came. She drank the wine we bought for dinner." Satoru said in a serious voice.

"We are Jujutsu sorcerers." Geto added.

"Have you drink?"

"I hate alcohol." Gojo laughed. "We are sorcerers. We studied at the Jujutsu school you saw. Now we teach young sorcerers there. There are so few of us, that's why people haven't heard of us."

"And what? Do you make magical infusions of herbs and sell them to older people who believe in their power?"

"Don't make fun of us..." his white ears fell back for a moment but then rose again.. "Jujutsu sorcerers have been around forever. But we don't make magical herbal infusions... We fight curses... Creatures born from people's negative emotions. Invisible to normal people, most visible to us."

"You can't see anything. Yet it surrounds the whole world. It's everywhere. Without sorcerers, people would die excessively. Death after death. Even though I don't like saving people, I do it." The dark haired man said. "I am a user of Cursed Spirit Manipulation. Satoru is a user of techniques called Limitless and Six Eyes. That's why you saw him floating in the air..."

"I can also teleport."

"Yes... He can do it. I can show you that curses are real. I know you don't believe. But here's the proof."

You saw him raise his hand and snap his fingers. A thin dragon flew out of the black hole above him and began to slowly fly around your body until it suddenly wrapped itself around the dark-haired man's hand.

You've never seen a snake with bird wings and lizard legs...

"This is an example of a curse. There are smaller ones, the same ones, or bigger ones. Gigantic."

"I'm dreaming, aren't I...?"

"No. This isn't a dream, honey. This is reality." The white-haired man's fingers came together and he pointed upwards with both of them. Suddenly you started floating in the air and you were pulled onto his lap. "When people are unaware of the danger around them, they are calm. When they become aware of the curses, it makes it difficult to work there because panic sets in. We will protect you from this, understand? We will always be with you."

When you started to truly believe them because you loved them so much, you remembered one more thing.

You haven't learned the Truth about one thing.

"Why are you cats?"

"It's a long story... We fed a cat that turned out to be a good spirit and in return we were given the opportunity to turn into cats!

"You once said that you could choose what you would be, but you prefer a cat than, for example, a dog... So you can choose him."

"I joked! Honey, you know I like to joke!" Suddenly his goofy smile disappeared. "But seriously, we love you so much that we could never lie to you..."

"We would do anything for you." Suguru's hand was placed on your back.

Tears came to your eyes and you hugged Satoru.

You felt his soft tail against your leg. You hugged him tighter as your tears began to soak into his shirt.

Your back was pressed against Suguru's chest as he hugged you from behind.

"I love you...!" you moaned, pressing into their warmth.

"We know. We love you too."

You just want them to love you. These fucking fluffy heads... You want to love them and be loved!

[baileypie-writes]

~Fine, I’ll Pay Attention to You~

Mayu Nekoyashiki + GN!Reader + Yuki Nekoyashiki

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Fandom: Wonderful Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff, slice of life

Word Count: 1,349

Synopsis: You felt as if Mayu’s cat, Yuki, didn’t like you very much. So Mayu invited you over to her house to bond with her.

Warnings: Yuki being sassy

Requested By: @the-broken-woman

~Masterlists~

~Wonderful Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

A/N ~ Whoopee! My first Wonderful Precure fanfic! Hope you enjoy it!

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Before you even met your friend Mayu Nekoyashiki, you’ve seen her cat, Yuki. The pure white cat is always sunbathing outside of the Pretty Holic store. You always thought she was so pretty, especially when the light would reflect off her fur, making it look like she was glowing.

For a while, you never knew her name, so you just called her “Kitty”. She’d always ignore you until you’d try to pet her. The moment you got a foot too close, she’d hop off her little platform and scurry away. Sometimes, she’d even hiss at you. So you just assumed she didn’t like you. And from then on, you’ve never done more than say hello when passing her.

You had no clue that Yuki belonged to Mayu until after you became friends. She mentioned that Pretty Holic was her mother’s store, and you immediately asked afterwards if she knew the cat. Of course, that led to you finding out. That made things a bit awkward for you, because you knew that it would make hanging out at her place uncomfortable. So when Mayu had shyly invited you over, you weren’t sure if you should.

“Hmm… I don’t know…” You pondered nervously.

“What’s wrong? Do you need to ask your parents?” Mayu asked while blushing, embarrassed that she may have asked at the wrong time.

“Oh, no. That’s not it….” You said, chuckling a bit.

“When what it is? If you don’t want to come over, that’s okay…” She mumbled.

“Oh, I do! It’s just that…” You tried coming up with the best way to say it. “Yuki doesn’t like me very much, so it might be awkward.”

“Huh?” Mayu exclaimed, not expecting your answer.

“She always ignores me when I talk to her, and runs away when I get too close. She’s hissed at me a few times too.” You explained.

After you said that, Mayu started giggling. “What’s so funny?” You asked, confused.

After letting herself continue for a few moments, she cleared her throat. “That’s just how Yuki is. She always pretends she doesn’t want attention. I’m sure once she gets to know you, she’ll love you!”

“Really?” Your face lit up with hope.

“Yeah! She’s actually really sweet!”

“Okay! Then I guess I will come over!” And with that confirmation, your confidence was restored enough to walk home with her.

~~~~

As you got closer to the Pretty Holic building, you began to feel your heart rate picking up speed. You really hoped that you could earn Yuki’s trust. Though, if you couldn’t, you would still accept defeat. Even if it would shatter your heart into pieces.

“Looks like Yuki’s inside.” Mayu observed. Upon looking at said cat’s usual sunbathing spot, you confirmed that she was correct. You were a bit disappointed, as you wanted to get it over with quicker.

Mayu opened the front door for you, and you thanked her. After stepping inside, you admired the pretty products lining the shelves. “Mom, I’m home!” Mayu called out. A very beautiful woman waltzed into the room just a moment later.

“Welcome home, Mayu! Oh! I see you’ve brought a friend! Welcome Mx…..?”

“I’m (full name). It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Nekoyashiki!” You bowed.

“Aw, it’s nice to meet you too dear!” She chuckled.

“They’re here to meet Yuki. Well, they’ve kind of already met, but (name) wants to get to know her better.” Mayu explained.

“Oh, how lovely! Yuki’s such a cute kitty! Now, I have to go check on some stock in the back, so I’ll see you later!”

“Okay, bye Mom!” Mayu waved.

“Bye!” You did the same.

“Bye-bye! Nyan-nyan-nyan~.” Mrs. Nekoyashiki sang all the way out of the room. Once her notes were no longer heard, Mayu turned to you.

“Let’s go to my room. That’s probably where Yuki is.” She said. She was clearly becoming a bit shy at the mention of her room, which was to be expected.

“Okay!” You replied, and began following Mayu.

Once you arrived in her room, you took in your surroundings. Her bedroom was so stylish! The teals and mint greens were refreshing to look at. The shelves and drawers that made up stairs that led to a loft were so unique. You also took note of the old fashioned sewing machine in the corner. “Wow!” You exclaimed. “Your room is so cool!”

“Oh.” Mayu blushed bashfully. “Thank you.” While avoiding your gaze, her eyes focused on the white blob that rested on her bed. “Oh look, it’s Yuki!” She pointed, walking over to the cat.

Your head immediately turned upon hearing that. As she said, Yuki was lying on her bed. Mayu knelt down to her level, and wrapped her arms around her, stuffing her face in her soft fur. But Yuki payed her no mind. Her eyes were on you instead, squinting, and her ears were nearly completely vertical. That was a sign that she was not happy to see you. Once she noticed your gaze, her head snapped away from you. “I don’t think she’s excited that I’m here.” You chuckled nervously.

“Yuki…” Mayu whined to the cat. “(name) just wants to be friends.” Yuki let out a quick, sassy meow. It sounded like the cat equivalent of a scoff.

You laughed nervously, not sure what to do. Mayu pulled back from her cat, looking back and forth from her to you. She frowned thoughtfully, trying to come up with an idea. Then, she saw something lying next to your hand, which rested on her desk. “Hey (name),” she said, pointing to it. “maybe try that.”

“Hm?” A bit confused, you looked in the direction of her finger. It was a cat toy; a stick with a pom pom hanging from a string. “Oh! Okay.”

You grabbed the toy, clutching it near your chest. Slowly and carefully, you shuffled towards the feline. “Hey Yuki.” You greeted as calmly as you could. At that point, she still refused to look at you.

It wasn’t until the pom pom dangled above her, that her face changed from her intimidating glare. From seeing the soft ball swaying, her pupils dilated, and her tail started twirling. You knew this was a sign of playfulness.

Not saying a word, as to not break her focus, you began moving the stick. This caused the pom pom to sway even more. Yuki’s body scrunched up, her rear raising a bit in a pouncing position. You changed nothing about your actions, and just waited.

After a few moments, she shot up, swatting the pom pom furiously with her paw. A huge smile spread across your face. You looked to Mayu, who smiled excitedly as well. As Yuki continued to play, Mayu got out her phone, and began filming.

The game went on for a few minutes, before Yuki grabbed onto the pom pom with her claws, yanking the toy out of your hands completely. She lied back down, holding it between her paws. You and Mayu laughed, not minding the defeat at all.

You finally decided to take a risk, and try to pet her. Slowly, you reached your hand forward, aiming for her little head. Her eyes locked onto it, but it didn’t seem as if she was going to do anything. Your palm and fingers brushed against her white fur, and you tensed, expecting a hiss or scratch. But neither came.

As you moved your hand down from her head to her back, Yuki didn’t show any signs of bother. As your hand moved back up to her head yet again, it took you by surprise when she head butted it. You knew this meant she wanted more pets from you, so you happily obliged.

You never thought you’d ever be petting Yuki. But there you were, your touch being welcomed by her. You were overjoyed by the fact that she was finally paying attention to you, and that she didn’t despise you. You were so caught up in your adoration, that you didn’t notice the snapping sound of Mayu taking a picture of the two of you.

~~~🧵~~~🧵~~~🧵~~~

~~baileypie-writes

[yet-another-haven-of-dollya]

Hey Dollya!! I hope this doesn't come off as mean-spirited or misguided (?) But I thought I'd let you know just in case - Unless it's an intentional design choice by you, and as someone with siblings of a darker complexion - people with darker skin tones tend to have lighter palms and soles! I always loved seeing that little detail artists add and thought you'd like to know . Still adore your artwork, it's amazingly smooth and beautiful either way <3

I would say it's a design choice, and I answered an ask about the ashy shade of Kariya's skin being not very realistic before as well. It's because I don't base my designs off from real human skin, but rather from fictional being. Kariya - Hassan of Serenity (Fate Prototype, FGO) and "Nyan" - Cairngorm (Houseki no Kuni).

These characters also don't have realistic skin tone as well, since they're not human. And I also want to show that my characters are not human either, but that's spoiler so I'll leave it as that.

I know darker skin characters tend to create arguments, but here on my blog I would like to ask for people to respect my choices. I understand what you said about those small details though! Everytime I see foreign artists draw Áo Dài or Vietnamese clothes right, even just the most obvious details, I get crazy excited too! And I really appreciate your interest in my drawing :3 I know you've been cheering for me since the very early of my time here. Thank you for the remind and I hope you understand my decisions ✨

[nyanyandraws]

Commission for my friends @angrywarriorkitty and @fluffyscholar, it took a couple of months but I'm glad I pushed through and was able to finish this for them 💖 And, on a more personal side

(please let me be selfish just this once):

I sincerely wish to thank both of them from the bottom of my heart. More than the money, the opportunities and the success doing my work, I think becoming friends with both of you is the best thing that I had gotten out of this.

All those days hanging around and talking, whether it be about our XIV OCs, gposes, raids, memeing around in voice chat, answering wolqotds together... Those halcyon days are the moments I will never forget and will always have a special place in my heart, in my memories.

I think that's why at times I could not work on this. I keep getting stuck with a paralysis of doubt of whether I can even make this the best version of itself; trying to make something both my beloved friends can proudly show people and say "Hey look, this is something our friend Nyan made"

Which was silly because regardless of how it is you both would love anything I would do. I didn't need to worry about being 'good enough'; just being Nyan was enough and I am thankful for that.

Thank you both your friendships. I love you guys

[thequietkid-moonie]

Good morning every-nyan! 😺

I just wake up but im feeling better now, sadly i didn't died in my sleep but is fine! Thanks everyone who's out there cheering from me and all those who are always sending mesagges <3 all of you make this life worth living it 🌸

I have to take breakfast and do some silly things, i want to be lazy and stay on bed but i guess today is not the day

[nes-meshno]

AND SOMEONE DREW MEAS A MINION????? thank you whoever youare.... i always loved minions 😔😔

and nyan cat

yay

[mimble-sparklepudding]

Which OCs that are not yours do you most admire? What is it about that character that you find impressive or engaging?

Thank you for the ask! Also asked by Anon and their friend Another Anon.

"I like all of my mutuals' OCs and find much to admire in all of them" is the short answer. So I won't attempt to list every single OC of every single person I follow and why I admire them, otherwise this post would get even longer than it already will be.

I do particularly admire OCs whose creator has given me such a strong sense of their personality and character that I can envisage how they might respond in a given situation and imagine them doing so in their "voice", so to speak. Strong and distinctive characterisation is always impressive.

Some examples of such OCs include Satien of @nyarumi-nyan, Inxli of @pinxli, Mercer of @furys-mercy, Iris of @irisopranta, Briar of @briar-ffxiv or Shio of @the-littlest-kojin

I also admire OCs with a strong story arc in which I end up getting extremely invested. Characters who aren't preserved in narrative aspic and who grow and change and develop always impress me (I'm not too bad at explaining my OCs journey, but I don't exactly show it much).

Some examples here would be Fennie of @scholarlostintime, Naru of @blucifer08, Hali of @starrysnowdrop, Mizuki of @pumpkinmagekupo and Amon of @spotofmummery (yes for the purposes of this exercise Amon is an OC, don't quibble).

I admire originality (which is not to say I look down on anyone going with something obvious and enjoying the heck out of it) in OC creation - those that have a really unique background, or a highly distinctive voice, or simply represent something that I would never have the skill or creativity to even consider.

Some examples here are Kwas of @peddlestox-shinyrocks, Mari of @cadrenebula, Coconeja of @plenary-indulgence, Flower of @meepsthemiqo, Leo of @healersadjust or Faye of @fair-fae.

And OCs who just dazzle with the coherency of their design and the whole accompanying aesthetic. The kind of OCs who could never be mistaken for anyone else. I can only aspire to such polish and attention to detail.

A few examples of this would be Captain Kuro Solaire of @captainkurosolaire, Drac of @draculas-husband, Silvaineaux of @houserosaire, Bram of @miqomischief, Mirrim of @mirrim-the-moonfaerie or Ki'To of @humblemooncat.

As I say these are examples plucked from a very long list of potential candidates, I would be mortified if anyone were to think that I didn't admire their OC simply because they aren't mentioned here. I really enjoy all the OCs that people share and I never tire of learning more about them.

Although, as a final note, I ought to mention how much I admire Eisha of @umbralaether, for being incredibly well-designed and engaging as a character. Even if her creator does send me difficult Asks!